Grayson Givens

Rookie - 0 Points (3-5-93 / Oakland, Ca)

Freestyle - Poem by Grayson Givens

Money to blow
Money to throw
F@*K that Money
Lost my soul had to much dead presidents
It could fill ur bed with
Benjamins
Georges
Jacksons
Money
the drug that once got me to high
Writing for the money!
NO HOMO
BUT LIfe is like that B@TCH
THAT HAS BEEN F@#k
TO MUCH
BURNING these dead Presidents
JUST Flowing on the top of My head
MONEY TO BLOW
F@#K that money


Comments about Freestyle by Grayson Givens

  • Rookie Carmen Cook (12/9/2009 3:05:00 PM)

    hey this is carmen again how are you like this poem. so how are you. i'm pretty laid back to. love ya peace out (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 1, 2009



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